Luyện nghe bài hát Algor Mortis... The Linear Rate Of Cadaveric Cooling

Ravaged, torn, and carcass oozes from
wounds
Avulsed and sliced, the weeps pus and purge
fluid clear, viscous goo
Prior to the incision, before my scalpel is
baptized wet
We determine the interval using a simple
formula for death...
A direct body temperature measurement,
taken, is the order of the day
The is lifted on its side and a slit in its
is cut in the most delicate way
Lacerations leak heat and fluid, as the body
cools in a predictable
My assistant the thermo-couple probe, a
massive 12-inch long thermometer...
...Freezing hold...
...Corpse cold...
...Cooling blood...
...An icy flood...
...The a husk; its innards are spilt...
...This ferocious probing causes no guilt...
...A of my profession, this duty I've sworn...
...I stab forth the thermometer as the is torn...
Environmental conditions of the scene are
meticulously
And the room temperature of the dissection is
noted
The core temperature of the plummets through
of convection
Physical science triumphs over life as heat
radiation...
Moritz's is the rule of thumb from which I can
derive...
"98.6F - temperature ? 1.5"
This equation the time of death, though
is quite this ideal
Whether oral, rectal, or liver, I shall monitor
the temperature with the zeal...
This gelid method of detection has a
frigid
Observe the sanguine-streaked chill, pool,
and
Witness my barbarous severe intubation
tools
Truculently corps-icles, making purple raw
drool...
...Freezing hold...
...Corpse cold...
...Cooling blood...
...An icy flood...
...Postmortem interval, the at hand...
...Thrusting the probe the prostate gland...
...The carcass is by deaths cold will...
...Not bactericidal rot can thwart its chill...